in your darkness I rest

in your darkness I rest

I would rather love
that which I cannot touch
than touch what I cannot love

false emotions do not honor me
or my heart, but stain me
pain me. strain me
against the tethered, weathered soul
that cries out for your embrace
and the solace of your acceptance
of my sacrifice of flesh and dreams
to penetrate more than merely your body
but into that dark place of sorrow
where I may shed a little heat and light
and dwell more gladly there
than in a gentler clime of illusion

I would rather love
that which I cannot touch
than touch what I cannot love


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.